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Where it started... probably. Pt 1 I was young, and my sister was a little younger than me. She had this whole slumber party planned, her room packed with giggling girls in sleeping bags. I was just trying to stay out of the way in my room. Next thing I know, the door flies open and this swarm of them rush in. They were surprisingly strong for a bunch of kids. They pinned me down on the floor, sitting on my arms and legs so I couldn't move. My sister pulls out this massive makeup kit. She starts telling her friends exactly what to do while they're all laughing. One girl is holding my eyelids shut while another clumsily puts bright blue eyeshadow on me. My sister herself applied this sticky, glittery lip gloss. They even tried to curl my eyelashes. A girl with braces carefully drew a wobbly line of black liquid liner along my lash line, her tongue poking out in concentration. Another one dusted my cheeks with a huge, fluffy brush, leaving behind a soft pink blush that actually looked pretty natural. They found a compact of shimmery highlighter and dabbed it on the bridge of my nose and my cheekbones. The final touch was a coat of mascara, each stroke making my lashes feel heavy and thick. So I'm lying there, completely helpless, getting a makeover against my will. They finished by putting these little sparkly clips in my hair. When they let me up to look in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. I was bright pink and covered in glitter.